Words as these read once by those who care.I wonder, are dreams as these of a forgotten time?Are people such as these damned? Doubt finds hope to getalong. We find life.

It came to pass, in those daysAs the last generation of manDanced upon the doorstep of heavenA man born, torn, sworn to life.In his twentieth year he met his first
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everyday child/womanThey started to fall back againInto small, nothing at all,As they saw it.Enchantress. Wizard God. NightCome to rest, stopping the fall.They left the rest spell bound.They, two as one soughtThe one that held the crown of joiningTo Eden where no man might goThey were of alien shoresHaving never heard of GodTwo human hosts.We heard them crying. We two have cried.In exchange, we clean their souls and robes